"Good idea. It smells good, and I am hungry," Robert said, getting a plate and tucking into it. It hadn't been more than a few minutes when Kate came down, carrying Abbey.
"Little Miss Abbey is hungry and wants some breakfast," Kate smiled, pleased that Abbey felt like eating. Kate put Abbey in her chair and got her a little bowl of yogurt, muesli and berries and a glass of orange juice, and then she fixed a plate for herself.
"Well, that sounds like good news," Robert smiled. "Feeling better, Abbey?" She nodded. Robert could see she wasn't 100 percent yet, but she was clearly better than she had been.
"I gots dots, Papa," she told him, pointing to the teal rash on her arm.
"Yes, you certainly do," he laughed. "Hopefully your medicine will help clear that up. "
"Gam says I can watch TB today," Abbey told him. Robert knew she was referring to muggle tv, but what she really meant was that Kate had evidently told her she could watch a muggle movie downstairs in the movie room in the basement.
"You might like that," Robert said. "I think your daddy got you some new movies to watch."
Angus had managed by 9 am, to pull himself finally away from Lizzie and Sparks, and now he had a very full stomach because Lizzie kept giving him things to try. He had dropped off the packages, and she had put several boxes of pastries, scones, hand pies, and other things for Angus to take home to the crew at Brian's house. He made his way to the tobacconist and picked up Robert's cigarettes and tucked them in the bag as well. He was leaving the tobacconist and heading back to Diagon Alley when an elderly woman stumbled and fell in the street. Angus went over to her, and saw she was covered with teal spots. Her badly flushed face told him she was burning up with fever. No one else would even come anywhere near her because they didn't want the virus. He helped her to her feet, seeing her knees were badly scraped from falling on the brick pavement, and he decided the only thing for him to do was to take her straight to St. Mungo's.
He apparated her to St. Mungos and took her into the emergency department, intending to simply leave her there but he was stopped by the nurse at the desk, asking him to wait. They finished checking in the old woman and took her off to a treatment room, and then the nurse at the desk looked at him.
"We'll see to you next. What's your name?" she asked.
"See to me? What do you mean?" he asked.
"You've got it too. It's all over your neck and starting down under the collar of your shirt," she said.
"No, I don't," he said frowning, not knowing what she was talking about. She got out a little compact mirror from her desk drawer, enlarged it, and then she showed him the tea rash that was now starting to form on his neck and starting to travel down under his shirt.
"Oh, crap," he sighed, knowing exactly how he had gotten it. It was right where Abbey had cuddled so tightly to him yesterday.
"Come with me, and we'll get you taken care of," she told him, hustling him into a treatment room before he could give her much static, and she motioned to a healer who was just coming out of another room as she shoved Angus into the treatment room. The healer came in right behind the nurse, and he gave Angus a little shove to get him to sit on the table, while the nurse questioned Angus about his name, etc. All the while, Angus was trying to get a word in edgewise that he didn't need treated and that all he really needed to do was to get home. They weren't hearing any of it, and he was starting to get angry with them, as the healer made himself at home with Angus, poking and prodding already, despite anything Angus tried to say.
The healer poured a potion and told Angus to drink it. Angus had no intention of drinking it, but the healer was telling him that if he didn't drink it, the healer intended on admitting Angus against his will. Angus got angry and told him he wasn't staying, period, full stop. The healer got belligerent with him and told him he had made a decision and he was going to admit Angus for being uncooperative while carrying a contagious disease. Angus took the potion to shut the healer up, but no sooner than he had swallowed it, the room spun violently. Something was seriously wrong. He had to get out. He was panicking. Something was wrong, and he had to get home. He stood up, but the moment he got to his feet, he fell limp on the floor. The healer hit some sort of alarm to page for additional help.
Brian had only just gotten to St. Mungos for his shift, when he heard the alarm go off in the emergency department. He raced there, and seeing the red light above one of the treatment room doors, he made his way in, and was completely blindsided to see Angus nonresponsive on the floor. He helped them levitate Angus onto the bed and he started to check him at once. His own check indicated clearly that Angus had been overdosed somehow, and his vital signs were slipping fast.
"What the hell did you do!" Brian shouted at the healer. "What'd you do!"